Post by flu on Jul 20, 2013 0:58:03 GMT -5
Fluke nodded to Oz and Kazuma before moving foreword, kneeling next to a group of injured students against the hall wall. He would leave the fighting to the others for now. They seemed to be doing well on their own.
Quickly he set to work, using his injured wrist to cover the other student's injuries with his own blood. Ignoring a few grossed out looks. After all, it was better than dying now wasn't it? He continued on down the hall stopping at every injured student, his blood closing and healing their wounds.
At the end of the hall he directed the students towards were Kazuma and the rest were before sliding down the wall to catch his breath. His injury was getting to him now. A sharp pain radiating throughout his leg. He'd used to much blood. Even his head was spinning.
"Can't stop. Must move..." He stood back up and took a deep breath as the sounds of heavy boots reached his ears. More agents filing up the stairs.
"I can do this." His training kicked in as he silently slid to the top of the stairs, grabbing onto the railings with both hands. Slowly the railing transformed into duel automatic pistols just as the agents came around the bend and charged up towards him. Raising their own guns just as he raised his.
An explosion of gunfire insued, echoing in the narrow staircase so sharply it made his ears ring. When it was over he was crouched on the first stair. The bodies of the men littering the stairs in front of him. For a few moments a smile danced across his lips, but then it hit him. A powerful force that took his breathe away.
Before he could react he pitched foreword and fell, tumbling down the staircase until he struck the wall at the bottom.
There he lay on his side, his breaths coming in quick and sharp. He could feel them now. The same burning sensation as before, but this time in his stomach and chest.
I'm going to die. The thought was like a hard slap from reality. He was still weak. Still hadn't been strong enough. Already his vision was becoming a blur, the darkness edging in. But oddly, he smiled. Not a happy smile. But rather, a bitter one.
At least he had no one to say goodbye to. No one would be crying for him. A weak laugh escaped his lips as he closed his eyes. No regrets.
Slowly, his chest fell and did not rise again.